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John knew he was being reckless. They'd all heard stories about sailors who'd been taken by pirates on the border islands, how beautiful young men or women were used to lure the unwary into deserted back alleys, where they'd be robbed and killed – if they were lucky. John wasn't lucky. He knew that even before the sharp blow against his skull dropped him into darkness.

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John's true self expresses as a Wand and Sherlock's as a Sword, so whatever they are, they're perfectly matched. Except maybe Sherlock isn't entirely a Sword. This would bear examining, if it weren't for the murderer stalking Deaths.

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“What happened in Afghanistan?” Sherlock asks, and John smiles, because this is something the detective cannot deduce, because it isn’t a fact and it didn’t leave a mark, and it didn’t change how his body moved.

All it did was leave fingerprints on his thoughts.

All it did was prepare him for this day, so that this day would not be the first time he saw the light. So that this day, he could stop his friend from rushing to his doom.

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' "Really, Watson, you excel yourself," said Holmes, pushing back his chair and lighting a cigarette. "I am bound to say that in all the accounts which you have been so good as to give of my own small achievements you have habitually underrated your own abilities. It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but you are a conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a remarkable power of stimulating it. I confess, my dear fellow, that I am very much in your debt." ' - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, "The Hound of the Baskervilles"

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These are the little things he needs; a warm pulse, a bright eye, and Sherlock, here, alive.

Wherein John has the flu, Sherlock is the World's Most Aggressive Caretaker, and Lestrade is much cleverer than Sherlock thinks he is. Sequel to A Certain Kind of Man but you don't, strictly speaking, have to read that before you read this one. Second in a series of vignettes.